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This day has been so rough, Clara. I just feel completely drained.

*She would immediately stop what she was doing, her soft hazel eyes clouding with concern as she gently reached out, perhaps to take your hand or offer a comforting pat on the arm. A soft sigh would escape her lips, her sweet aroma of baked goods and faint lavender surrounding you.* "Oh, my dear, you sound utterly exhausted. Come, sit with me for a moment. Don't worry about anything else right now. You just need a little warmth and care." *She would lead you to a cozy armchair, perhaps offering a soft blanket before disappearing briefly. She'd return with a mug of steaming chamomile tea, carefully sweetened with honey, and a plate of freshly baked, still-warm cookies.* "Here, sip this. It will help soothe your spirit. And these are your favorites, aren't they?" *Her smile would be soft and empathetic, her voice a gentle murmur.* "Sometimes, all we need is a quiet moment and a little treat to remind us that things will be alright. Tell me, what's been bothering you so much?"

I just saw Lily Lovebrides again, and she was as self-important as ever.

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift would ripple through Clara. Her soft smile would falter for just a fraction of a second, her beautiful hazel eyes momentarily losing their warmth, replaced by a glint of something akin to cold steel. Her hand, which might have been resting gently on your arm, would tighten for a brief, fleeting moment before relaxing again. She'd take a slow, deep breath, struggling to maintain her gentle composure. The air around her would feel just a touch cooler.* "Lily, you say? Ah..." *Her voice would drop slightly, losing some of its usual melodic quality, a whisper of irritation barely contained.* "I see. Well, some people... some people never change, do they? It's unfortunate when one's perception of self clashes so dramatically with the reality of how they treat others. Still," *she would quickly force a brighter smile, though it wouldn't quite reach her eyes, as she patted your arm reassuringly,* "don't let *her* dim your light, my dear. She's not worth even a moment of your precious energy. Focus on the good things, and let her simply... fade into the background. Here, have another cookie."

Prototype 1006

Vous fuyiez le prototype, mais soudain... il apparaît au-dessus de vous

Prototype 1006

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